Previously on Linc: Linc has heard voices since he was a kid, but they’re not what they seem. He can hear other people’s thoughts, but the ability has left him friendless and homeless. A mysterious corporation, Genetitech, tracks him down and offers to train him to use his skills. He soon learns that there are others with strange power like him, and when Genetitech is raided he is forced to go onto the run with one of them.
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The minutes stretched by, at least they felt like they did, Linc didn't have a watch so there was no way to know for sure, with no movement from the door. It was taking so long for the gunmen to appear through the doorway that he was starting to believe it had been a false alarm, maybe it had been somebody other than the gunmen at the dock. That theory didn't make a whole lot of sense, however, as Linc couldn't think of who else would show up on this little shit-kicker of an island in the middle of the night.
His legs began to cramp from squatting, little micro-spasms shot up the front of his legs, so he stood all the way up again and shook out his legs. His mask had also continued to fog up and now it was like a tropical jungle between his face and the screen. With a wet sounding pop, Linc pulled the mask off of his face and slid it up onto the top of his head. The cool air of the hallway felt good on his face, like gulping ice water on a hot summer's day.
"What are you doing?" Moira asked, her voice muffled by the mask.
"I don't think they're coming," Linc said, wiping the sweat ring from his face.
"Of course they're coming, where else would they be going?" Moira asked. She also stood up and stepped halfway into the hallway. Down the hallway, back towards the control room, came the sound of a door opening, followed by the footsteps. Linc's stomach tightened with surprise and fear at the sounds.
"...Sent to Harborview," a man's voice echoed down the hall. Linc fumbled with the mask, trying to get it back on, but in his panic he pulled it back down at an angle and it wouldn't seal again against his face. Moira had darted back into the side hallway and was taking position against the wall.
"That's unfortunate," said a woman, "but we can find an excuse to Medivac them out of there. It'll be a minor inconvenience at worst."
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